Baby Steps

I still can’t run. Most days I’m doing okay. I haven’t had a meltdown since the day I posted my Frustration post. But I missed the best of fall running and that kills me. Thankfully I rediscovered spinning over the last few weeks and I really like it. I feel like I’m actually getting a workout. I joined the local YMCA not long after getting injure for a few reasons: I never used my old gym, the Y includes classes, AND has a pool. I had these grandeurs that I would swim more and I did swim a few times and it felt great, but the pool hours suck.

It's nothing exciting to look at, but a workout is a workout.
It’s nothing exciting to look at, but a workout is a workout. (Photo¬†credit to the YMCA)

To get myself out of a funk I signed on the Y website, pulled up the class schedule and went to Y Cycle. And then I went again and again. I’ve have only come across one class/teacher I don’t like. I ran into a friend at one spin class. I’m sweating. I’m getting my heart rate up. It’s like real live exercise and I like it. Even once I can run again I want to keep doing at least one spin class a week. I need the cross training. I’ll need something inside when the winter death weather sets in. I am a happier, healthier person when I exercise regularly. I might need a gentle reminder next time I’m cranky for no apparent reason to just go exercise.

The best news is I am finally getting better! My foot doesn’t hurt from walking. I can actually wear other shoes. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. My sad little goal is just to be able to walk as much as I want when I’m in DC in December. I don’t want my foot holding me back.

Frustration

I took my foot injury pretty well. Even when I thought it was a stress fracture. At this point I almost wish it was just so I would know what was happening. I’m out of the boot (thank goodness) or I thought I was. I continue to go to physical therapy. I feel like I’m making progress. But now they want me to wear the boot again. I feel like I want to throw a tantrum.

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She misses running too.

That paragraph was written almost three weeks ago. I am getting more frustrated by the minute. I went back to the doctor last week and she wants me to continue physical therapy. I really thought my foot was getting better until this past weekend in Boston where I really don’t feel like I over did it, but apparently I did. I’m back to wearing my running shoes to work, which in case you are wondering look awesome with my skirt today <eyeroll>.

I’m losing patience. I’m getting upset. I want to run. Hell, I want to be able to take my dog for a walk. I want to be able to dance at a friend’s wedding and not be in pain. I have given up on any races for the rest of 2014. I registered for a race in January and I’m suddenly terrified I won’t be able to run it.

I’m jealous of everyone running. I miss it. I miss running in decent temperatures. I miss running with Rosie. I miss running with Sara. I miss seeing running friends at events. I miss the time to myself. I miss the fresh air. I miss all of it.